for the past two days, I've gotten a little inspirational message at the end of my treadmill workouts with the Nike+ iPod thingy. First, I got a shout-out from Lance Armstrong at the end of Sunday's 90-minute "run,"* congratulating me on my longest workout to date. Um, yeah, it was the 2nd time I'd used it. Anyhoo, it was totally unexpected and kinda cool.
Then last night, I was supposed to do a quick recovery run, but the iPod found one of my Grace Lazenby iTrain tracks instead of BareNakedLadies or Aerosmith. I ended up joining in with the intervals because it sounded fun. She had us "joggers" up at 5.6-6.2 mph for a bit of it, so I ran 2.5 miles much faster than the slogging 5.0 mph runs I'd done previously. At I was rewarded with Paula Radcliffe coming on and telling me what a studdette I was for recording my fastest mile time yet. Um, yeah, it was the 3rd time I'd used it. Anyhoo, still caught me by surprise, and still kinda cool.
So today, I got on and cranked a steady 3.0 miles in 33 minutes, for a nice even 5.5 pace. Not the longest run to date, and not the fastest. So no message from anyone. Not LeBron James, even. Not that I know who he is. wah! All that running and no payoff.
*I put "run" in quotes because really I was just barely moving; I think I clocked a monstrous 7.5 miles in 90 minutes. Slow, slow, slow. Mostly I'm still in base-building mode and am just trying to get back into the habit of running regularly. Although, really, I've been running 70-80 percent of the days since White Rock anyway. They're slower than my normal runs, so I use that word loosely.